I want to see a leaf
fall from up the tree
and watch the breeze
sweep it off to the sea
I want to listen to the
roar of the thunder clouds
and observe the rain beat
off the dust from the ground
I want to stare at the
Viper as it strips
and inspect the
Chameleon trade its outfits
I want to understand
the beats of the heart
and pay attention to
two lovers depart
I want to perceive
an hair strand turn gray
I want to hear the music play
the wind sway to
the pleasing tune
and attend to the
cry of the feeble
I want to travel far and wide
out of this world
beyond the stars up high
I want to one day
see light inside a tunnel...
But I am just another chick
in another boiled egg
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